Bees are born fully grown.

Lost in Time

Lying prone undisturbed and alone
Eyes fixed on the wall
Emotionless and stone
Fading into a realm of ticks and tocks
Nameless places
Faceless clocks
Reality sinking into nothing more than black
As the hourglass fills
Yet time ceases to pass
Trapped in this void for what seems like hours
Colors melting from all the flowers
The world has become black and white
The clocks rhythmic hum has taken their life
As vision blurs and the mind is washed away
Heads lost to their grave by this black wave
Into the deepest trenches of the sea
A reality left sinking
Has the clock mistaken
The minute hand spins yet time forsaken